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Written on August 31, 2007, and categorized as Uncategorised.
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It is the last day of August and the ten year anniversary of my finest depression. It coincided with the death of Diana ex-Princess of Wales, and I wrote about it here.

It’s no secret that I have suffered serious depression in my life, and I have no shame in telling of my journeys through the underworld of mental anguish; indeed I believe it is the duty of all sufferers to report back from the brink as best they can, for the benefit of those who need healing, that the light is still available to them whether or not they pay their personal electricity bill.

Knowledge of the underworld does bring with it certain responsibilities, the result of hard-won knowledge, not the least being that the darkness is only a shadow, and movement is inevitable, so that sooner or later, the obstruction between you and the glowing metaphor of contentment will no longer be there. Ten years on, I am much less susceptible to depression than ever I was, and less scared by the facts of the human condition. Fall seven times, stand up eight, goes the Japanese proverb.

I think I have just enough time to make another music podcast before I head off to Birmingham to celebrate being Deek Deekster.

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  1. twit
    Posted 2 September, 2007 at 4:09 pm | Permalink

    Edinburgh is my spiritual home.
    I lived there for 6 years; during which time I discovered Alan Watts, met Satan, became bipolar, started having blackouts & came close to getting killed several times.

    & the year I really ‘lost it’..

    1997

    I was a bit of a loner even then but rarely stayed home (at my Edwardian attic-flat -with glorious bay-window-view of Arthur’s Seat), so it’s even possible that I nursed a Laphroaig next to you in a bar, or simply drifted past you in the street.

    After all, Auld Reeky ain’t so big.

    This post, the 2005 one, & a podcast to look forward to!

    Sincere thanks for all three, Deek.

  2. Indigobusiness
    Posted 2 September, 2007 at 4:57 pm | Permalink

    You make an extraordinarily insightful point -that seems lost on the ‘Better Living Through Chemistry’ professional crowd- when you say:

    “…I believe it is the duty of all sufferers to report back from the brink as best they can, for the benefit of those who need healing, that the light is still available to them whether or not they pay their personal electricity bill.

    Knowledge of the underworld does bring with it certain responsibilities, the result of hard-won knowledge, not the least being that the darkness is only a shadow, and movement is inevitable, so that sooner or later, the obstruction between you and the glowing metaphor of contentment will no longer be there.”

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